I met three new babies in the last month. Maybe it's because I'm now firmly in my thirties, but gosh, it feels like everyone I know is either planning a kid, baking a kid in their body, or taking care of one they just made/obtained. It's pretty fun for me to visit all my new parent friends, glowing with hormone induced joy and woefully underslept. New parenthood seems like a trying and exhausting and magical adventure. Good luck out there, parent-types!! Your job is hard and amazing and important.
I sure can't keep up with knitting for all these teacup humans, but if I could, I would want to make all of them funfetti hued Poffertjes blankets. I'd be reading for a couple of solid brights and some of those speckled yarns that are so hot right now.